Chapter 49 Sutton
SUTTON
No part of me wants to be here right now, but I need answers.
There’s a statute of limitations on how long someone can go without understanding their past before it starts to eat away at their soul. My limit is three days, apparently. Three days of awareness at least, since the repressive instincts kept everything locked pretty tight up to that point.
My hands ache around nothing, desperate to fill their emptiness. In spite of everything, not a moment has passed in which Elle’s soft skin and smug smirk haven’t provided me a sense of comfort. Normalcy. Purpose.
Love.
That’s why I’m here.
Because I’m weak.
Irritated, I toss my phone onto the floor of my car and scrub my hands over my face. Shit. I shouldn’t have sent her away in the first place.
What was there to think about, really? To process?
I’ve been dealing with my sister’s death for eight years. I’m not sure who played a hand in it really even matters anymore.
God. What am I even saying?
Of course it fucking matters. My girlfriend murdering my twin matters.
But it’s clear I don’t have the full picture, and there’s only one person I can think of who might be able to fill in the gaps. Perhaps if I’d asked earlier, all this could’ve been avoided.
Or maybe what I’m really destined for is heartbreak.
My phone buzzes to life as I climb out of the car. The parking lot is practically empty, the cloudy gray sky casting a film of unease in the air around me.
Beckett’s name lights up the screen as I take a look, but I ignore it for the time being. All he’ll do is put me further on edge, and I want to focus right now.
Stuffing the phone into one pocket, I take a deep breath and walk to the entrance, pulling the door open slowly before slipping inside.